Pimplea dulcis: nil sine te mei
Prosunt honores: hunc fidibus novis,
Hunc Lesbio sacrare plectro

Teque tuasque decet sorores.

LIB. I. 19.

IN GLYCERAM.

MATER Sæva CUPIDINUM,

Thebanæque jubet me SEMELES puer,
Et lasciva licentia,

Finitis animum reddere amoribus.

Urit me GLYCERE nitor

Splendentis Pario marmore purius,

Urit grata protervitas,

Et vultus nimium lubricus aspici.

In me tota ruens VENUS

CYPRUM deseruit; nec patitur SCYTHAS, Et versis animosum equis

PARTHUM dicere, nec quæ nihil attinent.

Hic vivum mihi cespitem, hic

Verbenas, pueri, ponite, turaque

Bimi cum patera meri :

Mactata veniet lenior hostia.

To him a poet's praise is superfluous;

Yet well it fitteth thee and thy sisterhood,

His name to sound with chords unfray'd yet,
Stretch'd on the shell where thy HORACE warbled.

ODE VII.

ON SYBIL.

THE passionate love of beauty,

Burning, an Etna, in natures poetical,

And blood whose clear current yet flows

Ic'd not by age, steep me newly in foolishness.

SYBIL's large eyes, which, half-closing,

Dart their quick bolts through the cloud of their lashes;
SYBIL'S low voice, and her coyness
Wantonly study'd, inflame me and madden me.

Desire all hearts has relinquish'd

To centre in mine, nor permits me young CARRYL
To sing, nor him of the Vision,

Grac'd with the ears he shall wear spite his modesty.

Here place me my writing-desk, here

Reach me my pen, boy, and lay smooth my paper, and See that no person intrudes; I'll

Write her a note, and appoint a new interview.

LIB. I. 9.

AD THALIARCHUM.

VIDES ut alta stet nive candidum
Soracte, nec jam sustineant onus
Silva laborantes, geluque

Flumina constiterint acuto.

Dissolve frigus, ligna super foco
Large reponens, atque benignius
Deprome quadrimum Sabina,

O THALIARCHE, merum diota.

Permitte divis cætera, qui simul
Stravere ventos æquore fervido
Depræliantes, nec cupressi,

Nec veteres agitantur orni.

Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quærere ; et Quem sors dierum cunque dabit, lucro Appone; nec dulces amores

Sperne puer, neque tu choreas,

Donec virenti canities abest

Morosa.

Nunc et campus, et areæ,
Lenesque sub noctem susurri

Composita repetantur hora:

Lo, where the streets the deep snow has crusted o'er ;
Thick is the air with flakes that are falling yet;
The wind blows frore, and on the casement
Stiffens the warm breath in shapes fantastic.

Heap on more coals, to lessen the chilliness,
Heap with bold hand, and, prompt to enliven us,
While sings the kettle on the footman,

Bring out, my BR, thy best Glenlivet.

Care leave to HEAVEN, whose fiat dispersing the
Wild-warring clouds that ride on the thunder-gust,
Peers out the sun, and, singing blithely,
Sparkle the rivers, in light exulting.

What brings the morrow, shun to anticipate ;
Enough that Fortune kindly has given thee

This one day more; and while thy pulses
Throb with the vigor that age shall lessen,

Disdain not mirth, nor passion's deliciousness.
Let now the dance delight thee, and horsemanship,
And gentle whispers, when the nightfall
Bringeth the moment of assignation:

Nunc et latentis proditor intimo
Gratus puellæ risus ab angulo,
Pignusque dereptum lacertis
Aut digito male pertinaci.

LIB. I. 4.

AD L. SEXTIUM.

SOLVITUR acris hiems grata vice
Veris et Favonî,

Trahuntque siccas machinæ carinas.

Ac neque jam stabulis gaudet pecus,
Aut arator igni ;

Nec prata canis albicant pruinis.

Jam Cytherea choros ducit VENUS,
Imminente Luna;

Junctæque Nymphis Gratiæ decentes

Alterno terram quatiunt pede,

Dum graves Cyclopum

VULCANUS ardens urit officinas.

Nunc decet aut viridi nitidum caput

Impedire myrto,

Aut flore, terræ quem ferunt solutæ.